Good Intentions

I had good intentions. Very good intentions. A resolution, in fact.

As with many resolutions, mine started at the beginning of January or possibly even the end of December. I promised myself that I was going to start reading more and I would even have a blog to accompany it. Of course, real life and just general laziness intervened and now it's the latter half of February and I'm only just putting this together, let alone writing anything.

But have I been reading? Actually, yes. More than I have in recent months, definitely. I'm sure I can't be the only one who utterly lost the drive to read recreationally over the course of their English Literature degree. It often felt like if I were reading I ought to be reading something related to my various modules. For me, that meant texts along the line of the Canterbury Tales, Renaissance tragedies and medieval mystery plays. So, anything written after 1750 felt like a waste of time, though when is reading ever really a waste of time.

Now I seem to have caught the reading bug again. I've been reading The Hunger Games trilogy, some Diana Wynne Jones and have a growing stack of books on my to-read pile. At some point I'll get around to actually reviewing the books, but for now I think I've finally fulfilled the first part of my good intention to actually get this blog started, so let's not rush too much.